Help
It is getting dark as I drive down the lane. The streetlamps come to life with a soft flicker and I turn on the lights.
After a couple of minutes I reach a basement garage. I turn the engine off and take my briefcase from the co-driver's seat.
I walk quickly to the exit and it feels like an eternity before the elevator doors finally open, but as far as I'm concerned they could take forever and longer. I don't want to meet my boss. He is not a bad boss per se, but he has his moods.
The elevator carries me above the ground again and ever higher. Pling. The doors slide open and I enter a well lit reception room.
I look at the woman behind the desk and she nods a confimation and gives me a pitious smile. Not good.
She activates the speaker. "He's here."
"Send him in."
She just looks at me and I enter through the door at the side of the room.
The office is dark. Only the lights from the city illuminate it.
Before the window I can make out the silouette of my boss.
"Good evening, sir. I have the reports."
I reach into my briefcase and take out three big envelopes.
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like if the very best of our profession where set against each other?"
"Sir?"
He turns around.
"Wouldn't you like to see Sir Francis Walsingham plotting against Markus Wolf or Rameshwar Nath Kao?"
"With respect, Sir, they are all dead and Walsingham lived 400 years before Wolf or Kao."
He nods sadly.
"I want you to arrange it anyway."
My eyes widen.
"Get Mister Epistim to help you."
I just bow slightly. There is now arguing with him.
He turns back to the window. I am clearly dismissed.
I put the envelopes on the desk and head out.
As the door falls shut behind and I cover my eyes with my free hand. How...?
"That bad?"
I look up and just nod. "Yes. Is Epistim still in?"
She nodds and I give her a thankful smile and head to the elevtor again.
I enter and press the button. A few seconds later I'm on another story. The smell here always reminds me a bit of hospitals. It's the story were all our scientists have their labs.
I walk down the floor and enter one of the rooms without knocking.
Epistim is so concentrated he doesn't notice me. I watch him work a while before I anounce myself with a cough.
"Oh, it's you."
"Yeah, it's me. I had to deliver some papers to the boss."
He looks at me and sees how exhauted I am.
"What does he want this time?"
I tell him...
A couple of weeks pass. The boss hasn't brought it up again, for which I am very glad.
One morning Epistim comes to me.
"I might have found the solution to our problem. But I'm not the one who is going to tell him."
I nod.
I the afternoon I am at my boss' office once again. He is excited about the news.
"Perfect. See that everything runs smoothly. Make sure they have a go at each other and track every of their steps."
Game mechanics:
This game has an unusual high amout of FMs. That is why there are some extra rules on how this role works:
The alt left behind dies, unless there is another FM jumping into that alt the very same night.
If two players target the same alt, they both jump into that alt and have to share it. If one of them decides to jump, but the other one doesn't, the person left behind dies. There are limits to how many players can be in one alt at once.
Victory conditions:
Faceless Man: Be the last person standing. If more than one player is in the last alt left, they all win.
Town: Get rid of the FMs.
Resolution order: guard --> find --> heal --> kill --> FM (some of these might not be in effect)
This post has been edited by Path-Shaper: 22 October 2012 - 07:42 PM
